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14,287 posts. Alias of Signore di Fortuna.


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"Like with everything, practice makes perfect," Andres says.

"Thank you," Marie says. "I added a little fruit to it."

Andres chuckles. "Could always be worse."

Lucco sets Nerah down next to her mother. "That's good. Marie was a mess when she was pregnant, both times."

Marie wrinkles her nose. "Oh, hush, Lucco. She doesn't need to know about that."

Lucco shrugs. "Thought it'd make her feel better if she knew she wasn't alone in feeling bad while being pregnant."

Lucco and Andres enter the kitchen, carrying Nerah and Wilk. Lucco chuckles. "How are the best looking women in Zahvroma doing this morning? I think the kids are ready for food, Marie."

Marie nods and begins serving everyone oatmeal.

Marie smiles. "I think you'll be fine."

"You have a good husband, though he doubts himself," Marie answers. "Lucco and Andres helped a lot."

"Once should be enough," Marie says. "I sincerely hope it is."

"Don't feel bad," Marie says. "Hopefully, that'll keep her still enough the first time for the next ones to be easier on you. Remember: you're protecting her."

The night passes uneventfully. You awaken and find Malyoxa is gone, though Riruka and the others remain.

"Have the tea before she wakes up," Marie jokes. "It'll take some time and practice, dear."

"You ought to have her sit in the corner for about four or five minutes," Marie says. "It's discipline without being harsh."

Doing anything, Alethiro?

GM Rolls:
1d100 ⇒ 93
1d100 ⇒ 54
1d100 ⇒ 68

Marie breaks from the conversation and scoops the girl up in her arms with practiced ease. "Let's sit down, sweetie."

She brings the girl over to Arista. "She's quick, but not quick enough for me. I've raised two, I've gotten pretty good at catching them, I might say."

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Alrighty. I'll try and wrap up things between Sādhanā and Ylrhea when I get a chance. Work is...hectic today. Lunch was late and I have a metric ton of stuff to do.

Have fun camping. Maybe we'll join you one of these years :P

We're going to the land of no internet this weekend (leaving Saturday morning), so we probably won't post until Sunday evening.

"Discipline," Marie says regardless.

"That's part of it," Marie giggles.

"She's formed an attachment to you," Marie says, stirring the pot. "She's curious about what you're doing. You'll have to try and explain things to her though. You don't want the only word that she picks up be 'no',"

"Good," Riruka says, taking out her sword and sharpening it. "I can take first watch, if you need to rest."

Riruka nods. "I can only hope they are being cared for."

"Thank you both," Riruka says, gathering what's left of the food. "This should also do for breakfast."

The survivors give Ashram a silent nod.

"Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes," Marie says, turning back to the stove.

"Are you alright? You look a little off-color. Is the baby acting up?" Marie asks.

Maries chuckles. "I'll tell them to spend some time with her today."

Though Tesia hears some far off noises, there doesn't seem to be anything nearby.

"I hope you like oatmeal," Marie says. "I figured it would be best on an autumn day like this."

Marie smiles. "The gods can turn a tragedy into a good thing."

Arista is nauseated for 1d3 ⇒ 1 hour. I guess part of that's been taken up already.

In the kitchen, Arista finds Marie already at the stove. She smiles at her aunt and Celine. "I hope you don't mind. I thought we should do our fair share while staying here. Andres is taking care of the horses and Lucco is chopping some firewood. Nerah and Will are still sleeping."

Wheel of Maternity: 1d8 ⇒ 1

The armored woman addresses the group. "I am Hoshina Riruka, but, as is custom outside of Jin Zhao, you may call me Riruka."

She lets out an uneasy sigh. "We will accept your help."

The human woman in rags speaks up. "I'm Bael and this is my brother, Tellin."

The elf gives a polite nod. "I am Justinian."

Drago watches as the book stops at a short passage, reading more like a poem than an edict.

"A Summoner is called, not born.
A House is earned, not given.
An Eidolon is a partner, not a servant.
A Mark is a badge, not a prophecy.

A House may share bloodlines.
Bok today, Sokolov in the next generation.
A House may be built anew.
Blackcrown-born once or twice, then an Outsider.

The Way is not set in stone.
The Way is a river.
The Way changes as it needs to.
The Way owes nothing to no one.

The Call and the Oath
Are the only things that make an heir."

The woman in armor looks at the druid with cold eyes. "All of us have come from Malwen. There isn't much to say besides the volcano wiped out the town when it erupted. I searched for days and only found these three. We encountered Malyoxa only last night and she offered to find food for us."

Me too.

Rajni sees two disheveled humans, a man and a woman, wearing little more than rags, a young elven man dressed in a similar way, and a stoic-looking woman with narrow eyes in burned and cracked armor. They are soon joined by a dark elf woman, who comes carrying two baskets.

"Thank you, stranger, for your kindness," the woman in armor says.

You walk on until evening, when Tesia spies a campfire and several humanoid figures up ahead.

The tyrannosaurus collapses with a loud thud as it is bludgeoned to death.

Combat Over.

Yes, it is.

The tyrannosaurus remains stunned.

Round 3: Rhadaya, Rajni, Tyrannosaurus, Tesia, Clara, Alethiro, Ashram

GM Notes:
T hp: 6

Fawthul shrugs. "That is a question for a wizard. Spellcasting was never my forte."

Fort: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17
Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

The tyrannosaurus fails to dodge the barrage of Rhadaya's lightning, taking full damage from the electric onslaught.

Does that stun again?

Round 3: Rhadaya, Rajni, Tyrannosaurus, Tesia, Clara, Alethiro, Ashram

GM Notes:
T hp: 22

Fawthul shrugs. "It depends on the method Falcone used. Perhaps his bloodline would have to eliminated or one of his descendants would have to remove the curse from you."

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Kara nods, barely hiding her tears. When she looked into Michael's eyes, she didn't see judgment or pity...she saw hope. She finds an empty bed and falls asleep, albeit fitfully.

Kara shakes her head. "No, I've been on my own since my parents died, living off the kindness of strangers."

She looks down at the floor in shame.

Kara nods, the damned tome sitting in her hands. "I can never be free of it. I try to destroy it and it shows up the next day, the way I found it that day. I've given it to others and it reappears in my possession. I think it's cursed. How could it not be? It killed my parents..."

Fawthul puts his fingers together and rests his chin on them. "There was a man, Falcone Medici, a wizard of sorts known for his eccentric tastes. He fell in love with Castia Snowhawke, your great-grandmother and also a Frost Blood. She rebuffed him and he cursed her, saying that she would not ever know the touch of another man and that any of her bloodline would suffer the same fate, should she ever manage to conceive. Castia scoffed at this but, sure enough, her one and only lover (your great-grandfather) was slain by her power on their wedding night, but fortune smiled on Castia and she bore a son. Suffice it to say, the amulet was created to remind Castia of her lover's touch. Surprisingly, the curse only affected those who were Frost being the only one since Castia."

Fawthul thinks for a moment. "Medici died by the hands of a vampire...Chalandra, I believe her name was...but he had two children. Perhaps they are why the curse still exists. Medici's children were taken in by Lorenzo Bardi, Divitia and Niccolo...yes, that's them. They are the key to the curse."

Round 3: Rhadaya, Rajni, Tyrannosaurus, Tesia, Clara, Alethiro, Ashram

GM Notes:
T hp: 78

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

The dinosaur, despite being stunned, manages to avoid being hit head-on by Tesia's bolt.

GM Notes:
T hp: 78

Fawthul nods. "Yes, please."

Fawthul points toward the left cupboard. "Up there, dear."

I think she means about what the curse is.

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